“Nothing to say?” he demands, and when he steps forward, my forehead kisses the front of his pants. Heat buzzes throughout my skull, and as I imagine myself sucking on his dick in this position, hung with my head down, my own erection throbs.
Of course it does.
I’m a freak.
The cables in my head have tangled, and somehow fear leads to arousal. I can’t help it.
I imagine Sevastyan grabbing my head and fucking my mouth like I’m his new fleshlight. I might be inexperienced, but that doesn’t stop the filth from flooding my mind.
“I… um… I think I’m a little fucked-up,” I say with a sob that doesn’t make my dick any softer. If I could, I’d have probably just pushed my hips at his face, because I’m growing needier by the second.
“That makes two of us, pet,” he rasps, and I freeze when the heat of his breath touches my cock. I’m prepared for him to pull away and tease me further, but that hot tongue rolls over my shaft, and then guides it inside the hottest fucking mouth...
My eyes roll back, and I jerk in the air, my head spinning as he pulls me close, so his stiffening dick is touching my chin through the fabric.
I can’t even worry about the pain in my leg anymore, because my mind is exploding with bliss. I’m stillfucked-up, but it no longer matters. I moan, melting at the sensation of his wet mouth sucking me in. I could cry right now for completely different reasons.
“L-let me…” I try nuzzling his dick, out of breath, and out of my damn mind, but he only hums, covering my cock in an invisible web of tiny yet agitating tremors.
I’ve never been touched like this before. A part of me feared I didn’t deserve anyone to pleasure me, yet here is this gorgeous, talented man, groaning as he squeezes my cock between his tongue and palate.
He’s so hungry for it.
He wants it. Wantsme.
My balls ache for release as I stare up at him and get to see his chin at my crotch. I rub my forehead against his dick when I get the chance, and it’s most definitely hard.
I’m panting and confused when he pulls away. A long thread of saliva extends from my cock to his mouth before it finally breaks.
“Time to get you down. Don’t want you to hang like this for too long,” he says and pulls a little cell-phone-sized device from his pocket.
My neglected cock slaps my belly, still painfully hard and so very much in need of his warm mouth.
“Oh… I’m fine!” I volunteer, in case he’s doing this for my comfort only. Of course I should probably want to be back on the floor, but right now the possibility of climax seems more important.
He ignores me, and I yelp when the rope goes slack and gravitation takes over. Before I can hit my head, Sevastyan grabs me and lets me down to the floor gently. I’m dizzy, horny, and my leg hurts, but nothing is as pressing as the need for satisfaction, so I crawl, attempting and failing to get to my knees.
“Please... I need—”
“Need what?”
I’m feeling shy all of a sudden, even though I’m kneeling naked with my cock still wet from his saliva. “Your… mouth? Please?”
A laugh. “Oh, no, orgasms are for good boys, and you have been very,verybad,” he tells me in that infuriatingly melodic accent of his.
It can’t end this way!
At the third try to kneel, my head stops spinning for long enough that I drag myself to my knees and push my face into his crotch. “But...youneed it, right? I’ll just...” I know better than to jerk myself off right here and now, but if he fucked my mouth, he’d be too busy to stop me.
My hopes falter when Sevastyan shakes his head and pokes my nose, as if he’s talking to a naughty child. “That would be rewarding your bad behavior. You will need to wait until tomorrow,” he says and drags me to my feet.
My legs are wobbly, as if I’m a marionette incapable of standing up without him pulling me up by the strings.
Now I’m embarrassed by the spectacle I made of myself on top of my dick betraying how interested I am in him. I’d say this is hell, but Sevastyan hasn’t actually cut off my feet, so I count my blessings.
“Can I please get some pain killers? For my leg?” I ask in a tiny voice, leaning my weight on him. We can just pretend I’m not naked and hard.
He sighs and strokes the backs of his fingers along the line of my jaw. “I don’t want you to be in pain. Of course you can have painkillers.”
